Lyrics All of a Row - Martin Carthy

As the harvest comes on and the reaping begins
The farmer the fruit of the earth gathers in.
In mirth let us talk till the season be gone
And at night give a holler till it′s all of a row,
Till it's all of a row,
At night give a holler till it′s all of a row.
Then early next morning our hooks we do grind,
Away to the cornfield to reap and to bind.
Our foreman looks back and he sees 'em behind
And he gives a loud hallo, bring it all well behind,
Bring it all well behind,
He gives a loud hallo bring it all well behind.
Oh then says our foreman behind and before,
We will have a fresh wet and a half a pint more.
So me jolly boys to the end we will go,
To the end we will go till it's all of a row,
Till it′s all of a row,
To the end we will go till it′s all of a row.
When the night it comes on to the farm we will steer
To partake a good supper and to drink a strong beer;
In wishing the farmer such blessings in life
As in drinking a health unto him and his wife,
Unto him and his wife,
As in drinking a health unto him and his wife.
Our wheat's all in, oats and barley abound,
Here′s success to the farmer who ploughs through the ground.
As to this wheat stubble it to turnips we'll sow
And so we′ll continue till it's all of a row,
Till it′s all of a row,
And so we'll continue till it's all of a row.